My thoughts scamper like squirrels across a rooftop.
There are two things which steady me: the inner pulsing of my blood, and the push and pull of breath. These form the backdrop of life; even in sleep, unaware, the rhythms connect and calm. When I close these gathering eyes, I can focus inward; being instead of seeing, so to act, instead of merely reacting. There is a wealth waiting there in the depths.
Our turning ship spins eastward once again.
Ah, there it is, our glorious star which brings the day.